Things I wish I could delete from my brain. Oh man, I’ve got a good one. I was watching this… wait. No.
Oh, I remember. I was sitting at the park and… no… wait.
umm.???
Wow. It’s gone.
Cool.
The lotus pod breast, brain maggots and other things above don’t bother me but sometimes I get a weird creepy sensation when I look in a mirror late at night. It reminds me of the Candyman movie and creeps me out. Saw it years ago but it still pops its ugly head up every now & again…
Sometimes mirrors themselves creep me out late at night because of one of the poulterguiest (sp?) films. I can understand why horror films have age ratings because I probably watched those films way too young.
I tried to stay away, I tried. What in hell is “gay anal sex twirling willy”, Lobs?
That was pretty much my reaction, too.
I do get super grossed out by maggots. When I was in middle school, we had a couple of pet ducks (the domesticated white kind that can’t fly) that we kept in the back yard with a wading pool. One of the ducks was apparently carried away by a neighbor’s labrador retriever, and when we found it (still alive!), there were teeth marks all over its chest, and maggots had started growing in the wounds. We had to clean out the wounds twice a day for at least a week, with one person holding the duck still, while someone else poured hydrogen peroxide into each of the wounds to wash out the maggots and disinfect the site. It was by far the grossest thing I have ever had to do in my life, but the memory has receded far enough back that it really only gets active again in the summer when our trash cans get full of maggots. However, I think that the smell is a much more powerful memory activator than the sight alone, and I can SMELL the maggots as soon as I take the lid off the trash can. If someone could wipe the memory association with that smell, I’d probably be a happier person in the long run.
This is interesting because I went to see the lotus pod breast image, and to me it was so obviously photoshopped that I actually was thinking “this could have been a lot better if they would have just done a better job photoshopping it.”
Tower Divers? Eh. Breast Maggots? I’d suck them out and dip my bread in Tub Girl’s bath. Luxury!
But what I really wish I could erase from my memory? You know what really makes me sick to my stomach?
The Blair Witch Project! :mad:
Goddammit! I want my money back!
Tonight’s Introduction to Creative Writing Class’s poetry reading.
Oh the horror, the horror.
Seeing the inside of my mother’s arms because she’d slit them open.
I immediately thought of “Blueberry Titty” when I saw this thread, of course, I realize now that is what you are calling Lotus Pod breast. That thing haunts me to this day, but for some reason I go back and look at it. It’s magnetic.
I would like to take all the knowledge I have of the bot fly’s life cycle - text and photos - and wipe that right out. Anything to do with parasitic life forms squigs me right out.
I was nauseated, horrified, revolted, disgusted, frightened, squicked-out and just plain freaked by Lotus Pod Breast. I looked at it again and again and again until it held no more horror for me. Ahhhhhhhh. 
Y’all might try desensitation.
Mine: I had a pet dwarf bunny that was never in the best of health. One night she was thrashing around a lot in her straw. I wondered if she was giving birth (she had been bred) so I covered the cage with a towel so she would feel safe. When I got up in the morning she was cold and twisted and dead and there were wormy things coming out from her eyeball.
Part of the horror is I feel it may have been my fault because 1) I had decided to breed her even though she had some physiscal problems and 2) I thought the wormy things might have been because I didn’t clean the cage often enough.
God, just reading this thread was nauseating. I am NOT hitting any of those links!
An image that has stayed with me was a guy whose jaw was impaled on a fence spike and it was coming out of his mouth. And he was still concious.
I grew up a decent-looking nice guy who battled shyness at times. So my brain could do without Tina, Sonya, Carolina, Aisha, Gina, Sybill, Leticia, Alinka, Nadya, Margaret, Carmen, Lolita, Lynn, Christina, Julie and Marisa and my memories of all the times I could have had sex with them and didn’t. It’s like a curse to have memories of all those failed opportunities lodged in my brain. I’m 32 and still am haunted by teenage scenarios that play out when I’m trying to go to sleep. Like I’m yelling at the movie screen in a horror movie: “No, you idiot! Don’t do that! She likes you! She’s waiting for you to make a move! Ahhhh!”
I’ve never seen something like this, but I dread seeing it one day. It’s one of my re-occuring nightmares.
The lotus breast didn’t bother me, nor goatse, nor tub girl. But I found basically the entire movie of Gummo horrifying, especially the black bathwater scene and the cat abuse. I saw it alone late at night about 4 years ago and it still haunts me.
I keep getting goosebumps all over my freakin’ body every time it pops into my head… so I do a search for lotus pods in Yahoo images… y’know, a little cue exposure therapy… and the first image that pops up in yahoo is LOTUS BREAST!! GAAAH!! My breasts feel all prickly now… shudder
There’s another one called “lotushead” same damn pod imposed on some beat-up guys forehead. Nice
Back to my therapy… shudder
A snowmobiler I helped give CPR to for 45 minutes. When I didn’t have has jaw set just right and the mask perfect, he would aspirate out of the corners of his eyes. I can hear the sound it made when I envision it. I think that makes it worse.
Hmm… Am I the only one who found the page vaguely creepy? There’s something impersonal and sterile about these photos.
I don’t find the kittens creepy, but because of the horrors discussed in this thread, I was terrified it was a cruel joke. I kept looking at the kittens just KNOWING that the next picture would be a horrid pile of dead kittens or something. Luckily, they’re just kitties.
9/11.
Could we just erase that from everyone’s memories, please?